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adhdnursegoat · 4 months ago

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Arkham City

cw: delicious sexual tension, tongue, lots of tongue

word count: 2k

You sit perched on the edge of his desk, legs crossed, tapping the heel of your Converse rhythmically against the wood, a cherry lollipop tucked in your cheek. A heavy sigh seems to make your body slump even more.

Edward stands a few feet away, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixated on the sea of monitors that line the wall. He’s been at it for hours now, lost in his web of traps and riddles, the light from the screens casting a sharp glow across his angular features.

But you’re bored. And he’s been ignoring you.

So, you decide to make things more… interesting, indulging yourself for entertainment. Slowly, you bring the cherry lollipop to the front of your mouth, the butt of it poking out and the glossy surface glistening under the light of the room. After a soft hum, you give it a wet suckle, intentionally making a slurping noise, and slide it back into your mouth. The flavor actually your favorite, you let out a soft, contented moan that breaks the silence.

Edward’s head snaps to the side, eyes flicking to you in irritation. "Is that really necessary?"

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you twirl a strand of your pigtails around your finger, feigning nonchalance as you watch him through your lashes. You take the sucker in your reddened mouth before you pull it out with an exaggerated pop, the sound echoing in the room. When you finally speak, your voice is syrupy sweet. "Why, Eddie, is something bothering you?"

“No!” He huffs. "… Nothing bothers me…" He turns back to the monitors as if to prove a point.

A smug smile curves your lips. "Oh, really?" you purr. You drag the candy along the outline of your bottom lip, tracing it with a deliberate slowness as you observe him. His shoulders are stiff, his fingers clenching behind his back. “Because you seem a little... tense."

"I'm busy.” He grits out

With a low chuckle, you ease off the desk, taking a few languid steps toward him, coming so close you must look up. You let the lollipop dangle lazily from your lips, drawing it back into your moist mouth. Then, you suck on it with a lewd slurp, the sound wet and obscene.

"Must you?" he growls, finally turning to face you fully.

You give another extra juicy suck in retort.

Edward’s lips draw tight over his teeth, his eyes narrowing as they bore into yours, but you can see the subtle shift—the way his gaze flickers from your eyes to your mouth. He tracks the movement of your lips, the candy, and the teasing glisten of your tongue as you roll the lollipop along your flesh. His attention is drawn, despite himself.

"You should know by now your childish antics aren’t going to get a rise out of me," he snaps, voice tight.

But the flicker in his gaze says otherwise.

You arch a brow, feigning innocence as you drag the lollipop slowly across your bottom lip, tracing the outline before teasing it with a leisurely swipe of your tongue. His eyes follow the movement, and you can practically see his resolve crumbling, even as he tries to fight it.

“Huh… is that so?” you taunt, your voice low, teasing. You take another step closer, your body now just inches from his, so close you can feel the heat radiating from him.

Edward’s eyes snap back to yours, a flicker of something darker lurking beneath the surface. “Yes,” he hisses, though the slight waver in his voice betrays the cracks forming in his resolve. His gaze lingers too long on your mouth, his attention drawn to the slick sheen left behind by your tongue. He’s faltering.

You tilt your head, a wicked smirk playing on your lips, and you click your reddened tongue. “But you’re staring, Eddie,” you murmur softly, your voice a sultry whisper. “Like you want a taste.”

His jaw goes slack for just a moment, lips pressed tight in defiance, but you catch it—the brief widening of his eyes, the telltale flicker of vulnerability. For just a second, Edward Nigma, the Riddler, is caught off guard.

It’s a small victory, but you savor it.

Now that you have his full attention, you decide to make it worth his while. Slowly, you roll the lollipop around in your mouth, letting him watch as your lips close over the candy. The sticky texture of the sucker clings to your tongue, and you make sure every movement is deliberate, teasing. You pull the candy from your mouth again, letting the reddened flesh of your tongue peek out as it curls around the head of the sucker. The gesture is lazy, sensual, designed to tease every nerve in his fraying composure.

Edward’s eyes follow every flick, every twist, tracing the movements with that intense focus of his. His chest rises and falls unevenly, his fingers clenching at his sides. You take your time, letting each stroke of your tongue be slow and deliberate, drawing out the anticipation until you can practically feel his resolve teetering on the edge.

When you finally drag the candy down the length of your tongue, slow and deliberate, you catch his eyes with your own wide, demure gaze, watching for that flicker—the moment where control slips through his fingers like sand.

And there it is. His jaw slackens further, mouth falling open, blue eyes widening once more behind the frames of his glasses. The flush that starts on his neck spreads up to his cheeks and the tips of his ears, painting his skin in warm hues. You can see the storm brewing within him, the clash between his desire to lash out and his inability to form a coherent thought. His lips quiver as if to retort, to spit out a sharp remark, something to knock you off balance and reclaim his footing. But you don’t give him the chance.

The lollipop slides back into your mouth, your lips closing around it. You let out a low, throaty hum that vibrates through the air, your eyes never leaving his face. You see him shudder, his shoulders tense as if the sound of your moan itself has run a claw down his spine. The faintest tremble betrays him. His breath hitches, the sound almost inaudible, but you catch it. You always do. The hunger there is unmistakable—a fire stoked by your teasing, burning hotter with each second. Yet behind that desire is the struggle, the frantic attempts to conceal how badly he’s affected, how easily you’re breaking him down.

Edward swallows hard, and you watch his throat bob, the tension straining his jawline. "You..." he finally manages, his voice raw, choked with an edge of frustration. "You are an insufferable little girl," he forces out, the words coming in a strained whisper as if they had to claw their way out of his mouth.

“Oh, I know,” you reply, your voice saccharine before you hollow your cheeks and pull the lollipop free with another wet pop. The candy glistens under the light, sticky and slick, and you twirl it between your fingers, letting the movement taunt him.

You tilt your head up, rising onto the tips of your toes to close the last bit of space between you. His breath catches as your lips hover near his, warm and teasing. For a brief, telling second, his eyes flutter shut, and he leans forward, an almost involuntary reaction that betrays the crumbling of his carefully maintained resolve. It’s almost tragic how easily he falters, how the infamous Riddler—the master of riddles, control, and poise—now stands before you a quivering mess, swaying between irritation and desire.

Savoring the moment, you let your breath ghost over his lips, the faint scent of cherry lingering between you. His breathing grows shallow, chest rising and falling with each labored inhale, each struggle to keep his composure. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, you let the question slip past your lips, grazing his with the faintest pressure. "But isn't that why you love me, Eddie?"

His eyes snap open as you pull back, dropping your heels with a triumphant grin. With a deliberate motion, you slide the lollipop back into your mouth, watching as his gaze sharpens, the frustration and longing mingling into a near-blazing intensity.

"You’re playing with fire," he grits out, his voice low, carrying an edge of warning.

You can’t help but grin wider, letting the candy’s stick rest between your teeth as you clasp your hands behind your back in a gesture that exudes pure mischief. "Maybe," you mumble through the lollipop.

With slow, deliberate motions, you walk the fingers of one hand up his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt. He tenses under your touch, the tendons in his neck standing out as he fights to keep his composure. You reach the collar of his shirt and, with a coy smile, hook a finger into the material, tugging it just enough to see his flush deepen, the redness spreading like wildfire. "But it looks like you’re the one getting a little hot."

You can feel the tremor in his body, the way he goes rigid as you drag your nail down the side of his neck to his collarbone, stopping only at the first closed button of his shirt, the top few having been already undone. It’s a small gesture, but there seems to be a choked whine that he swallows at the sensation.

"Damn you," he rasps, the words thick with restraint. His eyes dart to your lips, the desire naked in his gaze, conflicting with the anger simmering beneath.

You giggle, a soft, lilting sound and pull the sucker from your mouth again with another wet pop. "Damn me?" you echo sweetly, rocking on your heels. You relish the way his eyes follow your every move, the conflict plain on his face as he stands there, trapped between wanting to flee and being utterly ensnared by you. "Eddie, I think you love it when I tease you. When I make you all..." You trail off, eyes sweeping over his face, noting the muscle that tightens in his jaw, the burning flush that colors his cheeks, and the wide, dark dilation of his usually bright blue eyes. You smirk. "Flustered."

His gaze narrows, but even that hard edge can’t conceal the helplessness within them. He’s fighting a losing battle, and the awareness of that defeat flickers across his features. "I am not flustered," he spits out, each word pushed past clenched teeth. Yet his breathy voice betrays him, the lingering way his gaze stays glued to your lips telling a much different story.

You let the lollipop fall back into your mouth, sucking on it thoughtfully, enjoying the power you have over him. His eyes follow the motion hungrily, the tension radiating off him in waves. You can see the internal battle waging behind his gaze—his desire to put you in your place clashing with his inability to look away.

"Sure you aren’t," you whisper around the candy, grinning up at him with an expression that is equal parts bratty and victorious. "But I think you’re lying to yourself, Eddie. You’re about to bust."

Edward chokes on an inhale, lips pulling tight over his gritted teeth, and his hands rise, twitching as if wanting to grasp you, to silence you, to do - something. "Y-you..." he stammers, very obviously wanting to throttle you. He takes a deep breath through his nostrils trying to regain his composure. His hands splay out in the air, a gesture meant to ground himself.

When he opens his eyes to a narrowed gaze, one of his fingers rises in an accusatory manner, nearly touching your nose, making you go cross eyed for a moment. Edward finally spits out, voice strangled and husky, each word dripping raw frustration, "You are a little fucking brat.”

"I know." Your hum is sweet and triumphant, the smile stretching across your face as you take a step back, and another. “But I’m your little fucking brat.”

Then, with a casual flick of your pigtail, you turn on your heel and walk away, hips swaying just enough to leave him fixated on every move. You don't glance back; you don’t need to. You can feel his eyes boring into you, burning with that volatile tumult of fury and desire that you’ve so expertly stoked. Left standing there, Edward shakes, his breath ragged, entirely at your mercy.

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